Existence

There we are sitting under the shades of isolation
On the way side
Connected by a thin ribbon of road
Still waiting for the sunset
Splendor in the twilight.

Fading glow tells us of what it could be
Mortal life on the edge
Facing the horizon, beyond
Shaking frail hands.

Of our existence
Mutually exclusive, yet out of reach
In anticipation of
Growing darkness.

Unable to see what is happening
We pray with folded hands
Amid empty trees and dying grass
Safe return with all that what we gather.

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About gopallahiri

Gopal Lahiri, a bilingual poet from India, has been writing poetry for more than twenty years. He has had five poetry collections in Bengali (mother tongue) and five collections in English. His poems appeared in print and electronic publications worldwide. He is a regular contributor of poems in several poetry web sites and magazines.

1 thought on “Existence

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    “Existence”, reminded me in some curious way of the play, “Waiting for Godot”,as Gopal’s poem deftly and skilfully avoided the tendency amongst thematically similar poems addressing existentialist concerns,that too often become overwrought and too solemn.

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